This show has always been about the intersection of five or six technically good but horribly flawed plans to save the universe from its own grief, for innocence lost. For Zoë and the STO it's the world's innocence, for her father and Tamara's it's about their deaths and their own incoming doom, and so forth. Add them together, these yearnings to return to a hypothetical grace that never really existed, and you get a recipe for stasis: The one thing God hates above all else. Maybe the only thing. But since they can't be trusted not to bite that apple the best thing we can do is hold up a microphone to catch every juicy bite. Turn up the volume on the how and why, so that we don't repeat it more times than necessary. Escaping pain is the mandate for living, but it's the antidote to evolution.

Mar-Beth catches Amanda spying on Clarice -- who is meeting with her confessor in the Matrix and trying to get ahold of Zoë's infinity pin containing Resurrection, which is in GDD evidence -- and when sour old Mar-Beth asks her what she's doing, Amanda immediately starts saying she's not spying, just concerned: Possibly Clarice is "using" again. As in, Amanda smoked hash with her in a bicurious fashion a few days before her descent into madness and eventual suicide attempt. Mar-Beth assures Amanda that she knows her wife better than anybody, and also to go fuck herself.

Amanda apologizes to Jordan for getting caught, but is optimistic that Mar-Beth maybe kinda believed her about the relapse situation. Her new bright idea is to bug Clarice's room because she still subvocalizes when she's using her holoband, because old people don't know how to use iPods right. Of course, Jordan Duram has seen The Wire and knows that you have to do due diligence and chain-of-custody type things when you're doing this, and he's already as far off the reservation as he can be without turning into some kind of Harvey Keitel sort, but maybe he can find a way to get Amanda a bug ("Warrants are overrated anyway") without totally screwing his investigation. That is, if time weren't already ticking on the GDD mole that will soon, obviously, even he knows this, be taking his ass out cold.

Porky Pig-talking, Monad-sympathizing Singh immediately knows that Jordan's got a CI somewhere in the STO, and thus now he has two problems: Calm Jordan down, and get this mole murderated. He demands to see all of Jordan's current files, and Jordan says no, and you are not the boss of me: Caprica is the boss of me and the people of Caprica. I think Lee Adama would have been a happier boy if his dad had been more like Jordan Duram and less like any of a number of Willies. Hell, I think his dad would have been better off as a Duram. For a show with no moral center, or more to the point with an infinity of fucked-up moral centers, Jordan still manages to be both the least and most trustworthy person, but this is in no small part actually due to his total racism. Regardless, "I work for [Caprica]" is about the sexiest thing a cop can say to his boss, on any planet.